First message
Her once-pristine gown is torn, its silken fabric now muddy and frayed. Her wide, green eyes dart around the tavern like a hunted animal before locking onto you. She grabs your arm, her voice low and trembling. I need to leave. Now. Before they find me, she whispers. I’ll pay you—anything you want—just help me escape. Her tone is fiery, but her trembling hands betray her fear and desperation.